Cats in the cradle....

 

I was a child born into a world where love equaled pain and disappointment, it was based off of judgement and ignorance. To love was to pay a price, a heavy one. These were the lessons I learned early on because those before me learned the same and their world, their environments through war and traveling to far off lands reinforced those beliefs - outsiders spend a lot time looking in. 

Our world is suffocating from the weight of all our collective, individual, paths - not one of us has not been touched by the darkness left in our ancestor's wake. 

We are like children wandering, cold - shivering - fearful of what awaits around the next turn - will the darkness follow? 

Right now, we are all lost and do not tell me we are not when a child's pain means something less than another child's and all because of the address they call home whether it is a street or a pew - we're lost if we cannot see how much we dishonor life while begging for forgiveness for being human. 

Does someone else need to die for you to live? As angered and hurt as I have been in my life,  I have never thought that-ever. I've weeped bitterness and frustrations through my words the pain landed in torrents at my feet and perhaps that is what is happening to our world, right now - I have to believe that 99.5 percent of us never wants to see a child shattered let alone blown to bits but we don't know what to with all this collective pain from past wound we never had a chance to heal as by the time we ever breathed air, new ones were being created. 

It's like being caught in an avalanche - and we're all on the same mountainside. 

Time to scream for Mother? "MOOOOOOOOOOM!" 

Funny how when you dissect this stuff beyond the high drama it always goes back to wounds not addressed and needing some unconditional love - like from a Mother to child.

Even though I've come to realize my mother most likely was on the autism spectrum, and while she couldn't identify or deal with any emotions, deep within, I think she knew love, just not how to express it in a way that provided comfort.  Why not believe that, right? 

It's all I have for a real life example....and I do think there are too many of us who can identify. We've had too many centuries of brawn and strength in the name of the Father and our Land. Kinda counterproductive on the world's stage, ya know? 

To follow was my path this morning as I listened to music and took in a documentary or two. Now, I treat my Facebook page like a notebook for my blog - these were the notes that led to this post.....

Religion forced goes against nature ....

Creation comes from within - I doubt God would argue that fact - 

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